The Last Goodbye
A Nonet to Frederic Because I Couldn’t Stop Him from Leaving
By Lacy Loar-GruenlerPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
The author and Frederic, who died at 46, in Le Boissiere-Ecole, France
My days are your hand-me-downs, threadbare
Love growing thinner as you fade
like old cloth. Why did you leave?
But you cannot answer.
The universe tore
Us apart when
It took you
And you
Died.
About the Creator
Lacy Loar-Gruenler
Lacy Loar-Gruenler worked for a decade as a newspaper journalist and editor. In March 2023, she completed an MFA in Creative Writing and Literature at Harvard University.
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